Last night at around 3:30 we heard our neighbors starting to move out, and so we got up and looked out the window, to see fireballs of flame leaping to the sky a few blocks away. We got in the car and drove across the highway, and watched what seemed to be the inevitable approach of destruction to our apartment complex. Ash fell in blankets in the apocalyptic night. We drove across town and crashed with a friend for the rest of the morning.
Miracle of miracles, our apartment complex is still unscathed. From the way it looked last night, it seemed an impossibility that it wouldn’t burn down. But I’m also not exactly going to jump for joy just yet, because the fire line at the moment is literally blocks down the street, and the fire, as of last press released, is only 5% contained. So I’m just keeping my fingers crossed and counting my blessings in terms of having at least some of my most valuable possessions with me.
Business trip is postponed, of course. All our guests have made an exodus to the north shore, and we’re still scrambling to figure out what to do.
It’s a strange feeling to go through your belongings and pick out on the spur of the moment what is most valuable to you that can fit into your car. And you come to realize that there is very little, really, that you need. But it’s also strange to literally kiss the majority of your things goodbye, leaving them, quite potentially, to burn.
At least 4 of the people I work with have homes in the fire ravaged areas, and I hope to god that they still have something to go back to. Because having thought that I’d lost my home last night, now I know what it can feel like.